It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night(Phan)

It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night- Chapter 2

A/N: 

Hello! So, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I feel like it's kind of crappy so far but I'm trying my best! Anyways, let’s not throw a pity party and get on with it! Here's chapter 2 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night! Enjoy!

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Phil's POV

I spent the whole night watching stupid documentaries about different animals, only bothering to get up once or twice to get some food or go to the bathroom. These documentaries seemed to be the only thing helping me keep my mind off of Dan and his anniversary date.

The documentary about meerkats just finished and I checked the time on my cell phone. 10:00pm, Dan was going to be home any minute, but I doubted that due to the fact that this was his two year anniversary and he was probably going to stay at Jenna’s for night.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance before getting up to do some cleaning up around the flat; I literally had nothing else to do. I grabbed the vacuum from the closet before beginning to suck up all the crumbs from the rug in our lounge. I was almost done before Dan came bursting into the flat with swollen, red eyes and tears streaming down his face.

He dropped a bag of what seemed like quite a lot of beer bottles and slid down the he just entered through, putting his head into his knees. Something went seriously wrong and thank God I was here to comfort him about it.

I shut off the vacuum and put it to the side before rushing across the lounge and over to Dan’s side. “Hey, Dan,” my voice filled with concern, “What happened‽ Are you okay‽” I sat down in front of him, watching him shake his head feverishly; he was literally shaking. “Dan, tell me what happened,” I put my hand on his knee, causing him to slowly look up at me.

“She left me, Phil,” Dan choked between sobs, “She arrived half an hour late to our date, already acting like a brat, and then ordered the most expensive items on the meal. Then after we were done eating, she simply got up, said she’d been cheating on me for the past year, and left me alone in the restaurant with the tab.” His tears grew heavier after he repeated the events of the night, every single one playing out in his mind.

My heart dropped at Dan’s pain, but I couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of happiness. I was happy that he finally got rid of the snob that had been taking over his life, even if he didn’t actually get rid of her, rather the opposite. I was also kind of ecstatic for my own selfish reasons of him finally being single after two years. I hid the happiness I felt inside and pulled a sympathetic and saddening look while I crawled over to him, pulling his forehead onto my shoulder.

I tangled his soft, brown hair between my fingers since I knew that calmed him down. “Dan, it’s going to be okay,” I searched for words, “You don’t need her, you know you deserve and could do way better than her.” His sobbing continued as I laced my arm around his neck and started tracing shapes into his shoulder. I kept blurting whatever comforting words came into my head until his sobbing finally died down.

“Can you hand me a beer?” he made a grabbing motion with his hand towards the bag, “I really need to numb my mind for a little to get her off my mind.” I looked over at the bag and then back at him with a hesitant look. “I’m not so sure, Dan,” I raised my eyebrows, “You get pretty crazy when it comes to alcohol and I don’t think it’ll be any better when you’re in this state.” Dan just growled before glaring at me with an annoyed look. I knew it wasn’t out of hatred; he was just really vulnerable right now, so I couldn’t argue with him at this moment.

I grabbed a bottle from the bag and handed it to him as I leaned back against the wall. I watched him crack open the bottle and chug down almost half of the bottle at his first sip. “Dan!” I gasped, “Watch it.” He simply just giggled at my concern and continued taking light sips from the half empty bottle.